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“She was crying, begging me to stop, saying that I was hurting her. I just laughed, telling her she should be grateful to receive my affection, and that nothing in her life would compare to the glory of bearing my child. Galvin always told me that it didn’t matter what happened to the weak; it was our birthright to take what we wanted because we were superior in blood and magic. I wanted to believe him, because with him, I wasn’t alone. We had fun, we laughed, and we dismissed everyone and everything that got in our way. I wanted to believe that there was nothing wrong with us, even if, deep down, I knew the truth.

“That's right, Brianna, that's right!” she purred, kicking up her thrusting yet another notch, excited by my acknowledgement of her superiority. God, it felt good! Even after she'd made me cum, and I was nowhere near being able to have another one, I just could not believe how amazing she felt up my ass! She went for what seemed almost like forever, giving it to me hard, fast, and deep, making me tremble and moan for her like a pathetic little bitch in heat! But finally, it was time.

Well, I didn’t see her soon. I didn’t see Carol again. Between vacation and soccer camp I wasn’t around that much, and we could never connect when I was. When school started in the fall, I learned that Mrs. B had to quit. She was pregnant again, and in those days, teachers in our state couldn’t be pregnant. It might give students ideas. If they only knew.